Each of Horace Warner’s evocative photos of grubby east London children, taken early in the 20th century, tell us a fragment of a story, but leave us with so many questions. They look posed in working situations – washing laundry, caring for babies, splitting wood – but I have no doubt these kids did all…
With the help of a nifty tool I got from Sally Jacobs, the Practical Archivist, last night I managed to ever-so-gently liberate my sister’s collection of autographed 8×10 glossy photographs from one of the dreaded sticky “magnetic” albums. We scorn these albums and warn people against them, but I think we should acknowledge that any…
